Worshipping The Goddess

The slave must kneel and pay homage to a statue of the Goddess of the Gynarchy whilst being watched over by his real-life master and mistress, the former of whom carries a WHIP!

By thus worshipping and kissing the feet of the gods of the Gynarchy, the slave is symbolically demonstrating his submission to the will of his mighty master’s WHIP!

The Gynarchy slave bows down before a statue of the goddess

The slave himself is a pathetic 'craven' image!

For he must WORSHIP the goddess...

...under the watchful eye of his masked MASTER-SIR...

...and the master-sir's mighty WHIP...

...and BOOTS

The BOOTS of a god!

Meanwhile, the slave's mistress also looks on. I'll wager her BOOTS have been feverishly worshipped by the slave on many an ignominious occasion?

She too is a goddess, being his master's wife...

...a REAL-LIFE goddess, whom the slave must worship on a daily basis

But, for now, he must focus his slavish reverence towards the statue representing all young women

The legs of his masters

The WHIP of his master!

The slave shiffles forwards and raises his lowly lips to the toe of the statue

He kisses it

The goddess statue remains unmoved...

...whilst her statue husband, the mighty god Samael, looks disparagingly on!

But it is the slave's real-life master whom he fears the most...

...because it is his real-life master who wields the WHIP!

The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!

No doubt the slave's menial mouth has touched his real-life master's BOOTS also...

...though the STRIPES on his back suggest not well enough!

Better to WORSHIP BOOTS and FEET, than to FEEL WHIP!

The slave's real-life mistress laughs at the cringing slave

Truly, this slave is surrounded by his BETTERS - his Gynarchy gods and goddesses!

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